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"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

He stopped just in front of the couch, towering over her, looking down at the way her bare legs peeked out from under the oversized shirt. “Do you even know what that book’s about?” “I was getting to the good part.” “Were you?” She opened it deliberately, finding the highlighted page she’d peeked at earlier. Then, slowly, she began to read aloud. “I want to be your slave, to suffer whatever punishment you deem fit, to endure whatever you ask of me, as long as it is you who commands.” Adrian’s jaw clenched. She met his gaze, daring. “That good part?”

"But I want something more sophisticated now. I want to feel like a lady while you treat me like a slut." She led them back inside the house to the Private Library. This was a room full of old books, heavy red curtains, and giant leather chairs. The air smelled like expensive tobacco and old paper. It was a serious room, a room for her husband. But tonight, it was a room for his wife’s destruction. Sarah walked to the center of the room. She looked at a massive leather armchair. It was wide and deep. She sat in it, her legs hanging over the sides.

Lucas was mine now, and I was his, the forbidden bond stronger than any sacred tie. I traced patterns on his chest, already planning the next time I would push him over the edge. His hand stroked my hair, and I smiled against his skin. The wolf had surrendered, and the heat between us burned hotter than ever. We dozed briefly, but his cock stirred against my thigh, and soon we were at it again, this time with me riding him on the couch, my hips rolling as he gripped my waist and thrust up to meet every descent. His knot swelled inside me once more, locking us as I ground down, milking every drop from him while his mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking hard enough to leave marks.

The curly blonde-haired girl, on the other hand, was just confused as she sized me up with her eyes. My eyes were locked on the handsome Alpha prince, so sexy and domineering with his Alpha aura filling the air. He had that bad boy enticing appearance that most ladies would love and his dreamy hazel eyes cute, but right there, I knew he wasn't for me. His eyes were brimming with disgust and anger as they gawked at me even with my mate scent.

Emmeline cried out, a sound caught between pain and overwhelming pleasure. He hit something inside her that sent sparks of sensation radiating through her entire body, making her forget her own name. Her toes curled, thighs trembled, and broken moans tore from her throat. "Fuck," Zavian growled in satisfaction, the word vibrating through his chest where it pressed against her back. He adjusted his angle slightly, making sure every thrust hit that same devastating spot. His pace increased gradually, becoming harder, faster, more demanding with each stroke. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by their harsh breathing and her increasingly desperate moans.

Words that kept her awake for much of the rest of last night. How on earth did Ralph find out that she had sold her grandparents' house in Pretoria, South Africa? It's never good for someone like Ralph Jameson to just get half an idea that there's money somewhere in the world he might be able to put his dirty hands on. Leah seated herself down on a chair in her own room to put on a thick stocking over her the bandages of her sore foot. One of the pair of sneakers over the stocking on the other foot. Dressed in a comfortable knee high pair of shorts and a loose T-shirt, she walked out into the hallway.

“But the blackmailer is real. We need to deal with that later.” I moaned softly into his kiss, legs spreading for him. “Right now… just fuck me quick before they come looking.” He spun me around, bent me over the counter, and thrust in deep in one stroke. “Take it quietly,” he whispered, pounding into me hard. “Brady and Sophia are still here.” I pushed back against him, moaning low. “Harder, Alexander. I need you.” He railed me fast, one hand over my mouth, the other rubbing my clit. “This pussy is mine. Not Brady’s. Not anyone’s.”

The Nouveau-Riche Romance Chapter twenty-nine The brightness of the day filtered into the room. Illuminating it with its soft glow. The illumination was just enough to rouse Joan from sleep. Her body felt relaxed, she felt mellow really. It felt like she was coming down from a drug high. No, it was a sex high. Sex? Sex... Joan abruptly opens her eyes as she remembered the events of the previous night. She had sex with Asher. Now that she thought about it it was a crazy night and she wouldn't believe it if she hadn't experienced it.

~Love is patient; Love is kind. For two hearts lost in the world of danger and deceit, Love is A Game With No Rules.~ Hello, thank you for reaching this far on the story ;) I’d like to introduce my books before AGWNR if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone]